Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2001 16:36:21 -0700
From: gymhunk
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 50
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BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 50-The Housewarming
Our remaining days off were a blur. We connected individually
with Bud and Bruce (the powerlifting movers) at the gym. Both of them
were insatiable bottoms. We fucked them hard in the steam room to their
noisy squeals of delight. With Bruce, a straight guy nearly caught us, but
Dave pulled out just in time to avoid detection. I'd already cum on
Bruce's back before Dave got his turn. Upon reflection, we decided that
they weren't very good as bottoms. They were eager enough, but just
didn't take dick very well. We certainly weren't too big for them.
Maybe, we weren't big enough!
The twins (Keith and Karl) entertained us at their apartment
with their matching, curved 10" cocks and hard, tight butts. After
fucking them nearly senseless, we went back to our new place and
showed them around. Of course, that led to another round of butt
hammering. But, this time, it was our booties that took the pounding.
They also informed us that they were seriously looking at a house or
condo closer to their work and downtown, with Scott helping them look.
We encouraged them to keep looking until they found what they wanted.
There was no rush, as interest rates were down and would probably stay
that way for at least six more months.
Dan (the dark-haired, mustachioed mover) and his new
boyfriend made it over on Friday night for dinner and a movie.
However, as new boyfriends, they were still trying to decide where their
sexual partner limits were. So, there was no sex with them. But
afterwards, Dave and I enjoyed each other in an unhurried, deeply
meaningful, and salacious fuck-fest that ran three hours of unrelenting
fucking and sucking.
And Paul (the blonde, hunky mover who had to check with his
boyfriend) called to say that they would meet us for drinks downtown
Saturday night to see if there was any chemistry among us. We were at
the bar less than ten minutes when Les (the boyfriend) told us that we
were wasting our time at the bar and should be back at our place, fucking
his brains out.
"I told ya they were hot," Paul laughed at his lover. "You
should trust me on these things."
"Usually, we don't like the same thing," Les defended. "But,
you sure got it right this time. Both of you are just my type," he added
including us in the conversation.
"And what is your type, Les?" Dave asked.
"Tall and hunky like Paul is a must, a non-smoker, non-drug
user, employed, easy on the eyes, and easy to talk to are all in there
somewhere. But after that, it's hard to describe. Mike has that mature,
stable, daddy, come-fuck-me look that makes my ankles fill with
helium." We smiled at his obvious reference to being a bottom. "And
you, Dave, well, you're so fucking gorgeous I don't know where to
start," he smiled. "Besides, Paul told me that both of you are well-hung
and great tops."
"And how would you know that, Paul?" I asked.
"Well, not to let the cat out of the bag, but our clients are fair
game when it comes to company gossip," he grinned. "Sean was
discrete, but we finally wormed it out of him that he'd had the pleasure of
your company one evening not too long ago. Of course, a bunch of gay
men are gonna cut to the chase and find out ALL the meaningful data. I
had to share that with Paul, you know."
"We're getting a reputation, Dave," I smirked.
"If it gets us hot men like these to share our bed, I don't see that
as a negative," he observed, kissing Les lightly on the lips. "Thanks for
taking us up on our offer," he added, sharing his next kiss with Paul. I
was shamelessly groping both of them, first their dick bulges, then their
tight, round butt mounds. Les had made it clear he's a bottom, but Paul
was still an unknown in that department. We would soon find out.
They were the same height (about 5'10"), with Paul
outweighing his partner by a good 30 pounds of hard muscle. That's not
to say that Les is a wimp. Far from it. He had a tighter musculature,
more like a swimmer or runner than the bulk that Paul needed as a
mover. Paul's blonde hair and smooth features contrasted with Les'
swarthy, more Italian looks.
Forsaking our house tour for the moment, we pulled them into
the master bedroom. Dave suggested that as guests, they were to
determine the positions and partners for the first round. They instantly
made it clear that they'd already discussed who was going to be with
whom and doing what. Les would be Dave's bottom and Paul would be
my bottom. We smiled at the pairing, having discussed who we wanted
to do first on our drive home from the bar, too. Our pairings agreed with
theirs.
But, they did have their differences. Paul wanted me to fuck
him on his back and Les wanted Dave to mount him doggie style. Again,
we were eager to fulfill their wishes. Paul looked over at Les and
nodded, as they tugged off their clothes, but continued eyeing us. Les
began his request by saying, "Uh, you'll probably think of this as kinda
kinky, but Sean told us that you're both great butthole eater." We smiled
and nodded, stripping down to only our underwear. "Oh, good!" he said
relieved. "I was hoping that too was true," he grinned widely. "The big
dick part is certainly right," he added, grabbing a handful of Dave's
expanding, black horsedick. Paul did likewise to my throbbing member.
They pulled off our underwear slowly. First mine, then Dave's
hard cock hit our abs with a wet splat of precum when the elastic waist
band of our shorts released our dicks. As if pre-scripted, they leaned in
together, sniffing our crotch hair, nuzzling our full nuts, and moaning
with desire. Paul pulled back and swiped at my dripping, throbbing
dickhead, scooping up a big drop of clear, sweet precum. Les engulfed
Dave's big dickhead, swallowing several inches of fat, obsidian butt
stretcher before he pulled off enough to inhale again.
Dave grasped Les' shoulders and pulled him to a standing
position before him. He kissed Les on the lips gently. "My turn," he
whispered. I repeated Dave's lead, and pulled down Paul's shorts to find
a broad dick with a small head rolling into an upright, curved position.
His 7" length throbbed in my hand as I steered it to my open mouth.
Dave had already consumed Les' 6" slender dick.
"I'll cum if you keep that up," Paul warned as I sucked him
slowly, concentrating on the nerve bundle beneath the head. "I need that
big daddy dick in my ass more than I need to cum." He moved on to the
bed, lying on his back, his legs pulled into his chest. "Need something to
munch on before you fuck me?" he asked coyly. I smiled. Pushing his
legs harder into his chest, his ass rose a foot off the bed and spread his
buttcheeks. I licked around his rosebud, slathering his hairy ass trench
with my tongue, eliciting moans of pleasure and frustration from him.
"Eat my hole, Man! FUCK!" he wailed.
Les moaned just as loudly, but not with frustration, only
pleasure. Dave had zeroed in on Les' hole and was lapping noisily as his
tongue drilled deeper. "Oh, yeah! Fuck, Man! That's GOOD!" Les
urged his benefactor. "Give it to me. Yeah, like that!"
I gave in to Paul's continued pleadings. I tongue-speared his
tight pucker and drilled deeply. "OH, FUCK! YEAH!" he shouted.
"Damn! That's just what I need!" I pushed his legs harder, forcing his
ass more off the bed. I licked, slurped, rimmed, and ate his hole. He had
the back of my head in both hands, begging for more tongue in his
butthole. I looked up and watched his toes curl each time my tongue
entered him deeply. I smiled in spite of myself.
"Mount me, big man!" Les insisted to Dave. "You need to fuck
my hole until I'm hammered shit!"
Dave laughed out loud. "Never heard that one before," he said.
"But, I'm sure I can give you what you want," he growled. He pushed
his fat dickhead against Les' back door, smearing precum around the
tight rosebud. "You sure you can handle something this big?" he asked,
quickly rolling on a condom. Les looked over his shoulder, checking
again the size of the sausage that would soon be crammed deeply into his
butthole.
He smiled and nodded. "I've had `em about that big before," he
smirked. "But, I doubt any of them were as long as that big horsedick
monster," he added.
"Well, I haven't," Paul protested. "So, take it easy on my tender
butt, Mike." I told him that I'd be as gentle as I needed to be. I grabbed
another condom and put it on. Paul pulled my face down and kissed me
deeply. "Make love to me, Mike. I love a big dick in my ass, but not all
at once." I nodded my understanding. My lubed cock rested against his
tight rosebud, pressing harder against his opening. One finger, then two
entered his ass. When I pulled out the two fingers, my dickhead slid
inside, followed by three inches of thick shaft. Paul tensed up, then
kissed me passionately, trying to overwhelm the sharp pain in his ass
with passion until pleasure replaced the discomfort. I held still for nearly
a minute while Paul adjusted.
"Damn! You ARE tight!" I whispered to him, breaking the kiss.
"Should I pull out until you're ready for more?"
"NO!" he hoarsely replied. "The worst is over. I'm ready for
more of that fat daddy dick," he smiled wanly.
"You sure? You don't look it." He grimaced. "Look, I'm
pulling out. Let your ass recover a little and I'll start again, when you're
ready." He smiled with relief. Being a brave little soldier was not what
was called for here. I whispered in his ear, "Not all good tops can be
good bottoms." He smiled again. This time, there was recognition of a
truth he hadn't faced before. I rubbed his nipples and kissed his neck and
ears. He relaxed more. I tried entering him again, after applying more
lube. This time was far more successful.
He didn't grimace or groan with pain. His hands on my hard
ass urging me deeper were a complete reversal of his earlier demeanor. I
delivered more inches into him, then withdrew, making sure I hit his
prostate with each thrust and pull back. His beaming face told me how
much he enjoyed getting fucked by me. He pulled me in for another kiss,
then told me he wanted all 9" in his asshole. I pushed deeper. He
winced as I ground in the last thick inch. "Too much?" I asked.
He nodded his head. "Just a little. Let me get used to it. Feed
me more dick, but at a slower pace," he asked. I complied with his
wishes. He was very tight inside, but extremely tight, the deeper I went.
"You've never been fucked by a dick this size, have you, Paul?"
"Never. And I thought it shouldn't be too tough. I know I love
to get fucked, but never found a guy as big as you, and especially as big
as Dave," he smiled. "Les and I fuck each other a lot. You'd think that
would get us in practice."
"Taking a big one takes practice and talent. But, it especially
takes the right kind of ass channel. Yours bends or is too constricted to
allow for deep fucking."
"How's Les doing?" he asked as he turned to his lover. The
smile on Les' face proved that he was far better than Paul at taking big
dick. However, even his attempts at doggie style on 11" were a failure.
He tried sitting on it, but he lacked a little less than two inches of taking
it all. "Looks like he could do you, Mike."
"This may look easy," Les breathed heavily, "but it ain't! This
is one enormous cock."
Dave looked over at me and smiled. "Seems that we have a
couple of guys who need additional instruction on how to take big dick.
However, as Mike pointed out, without the right physiology, all the
desire you can muster won't be enough to take a dick as big as mine.
Many men and most women can't."
"Les has the right idea, though," I suggested to Paul. "Sitting on
it does give you more control and it allows you to do it at your speed and
depth instead of the guy fucking you. Wanna try that instead?"
"Yeah," Paul agreed. "It has to be easier than this way." He
pulled off my condomed cock while I rolled on to my back. I reached
over and kissed Dave's hand (he smiled lovingly at me), then aimed my
hard upright post toward Paul's hungry hole. "Feels so fuckin' good!"
Paul sighed. But, again, he couldn't take me all the way. I was too long
for him. So, he fucked himself on most of the shaft, making sure that my
fat cockhead was striking his prostate with each thrust and descent.
Les did a good imitation of what Paul was doing. However, he
still lacked that last two inches. His butt just couldn't take something
that big in his uninitiated asshole. "Too fuckin' BIG!" Les burst with
frustration. "But, it sure does feel fine when I glide over that big
dickhead, though," he smiled.
Allowing our guests to set their own paces and depths, the
lovers fucked themselves on our long, fat rods like they were fleshy
dildos. With smiles on their faces, Les and Paul set individual paces that
was sure to pleasure them. I rested my hands on Paul's hips, thrusting up
into him, but not too deeply. Dave did the same.
On cue, Paul and Les sprayed our chests with their creamy
loads, jetting out hot ball honey in long, white ropes of spooge. They
never were able to take either of us all the way, even when they were
cumming. We weren't prepared for their fast climaxes or we'd have
been squirting our loads into the condoms. But, their tickled prostates
released the sudden flood, and it was over.
They pulled off our hard cocks and licked up the spent loads of
their lover from our chests. "I still can't believe anyone can take a cock
as big as that up the ass," Les wondered.
I smiled at Dave. He grinned back at me. "Demonstration?" I
asked Dave.
He nodded. "Doggie style?"
"You know that's my favorite," I agreed. Moving to my hands
and knees, I waved my round, hard ass at him. Dave's butteating tongue
found my pucker and licked and slurped, gliding easily inside me. With
a dollop of lube, he inserted one, then two, fingers. The blunt, dark head
of his dick pressed against my familiar butthole. Dave sighed with
pleasure and pushed harder. I relaxed and let him in.
"Fuck!" Les moaned. "Bareback! I fuckin' love that!"
"In a couple more months, we can, too, my love," Paul
reminded him. "One more clean test and we'll be just as uninhibited as
they are."
"Look at that monster cock go in," Les said astonished. "And
the smile on Mike's face says it all."
"Yeah," Dave agreed. "Hot fuckin' ass!"
"Big dicked tops sure know how to fuck," Paul sighed.
"Mike knows how to fuck better than I do," Dave observed.
"Best fuck I've ever had, that's for sure!"
"Mike fucks you?" Paul asked bewildered.
"Every chance I get," I smiled with pleasure. Dave's big dick
had reached deeply into me. I could feel his wiry pubes scratching at my
tight pucker. I gripped his big cock root with my butthole, and milked
the long shaft with practiced internal stroking motions.
"Oh, yeah!" Dave agreed. "And I love it most when he cums
hard up my ass and leaves it in to drain more sperm into me." He sighed.
"Fuck, Mike! You're getting as good as Robocop."
"Robocop?" Les and Paul queried.
"Yeah," Dave answered. "Cop friend of ours. He has a milking
ass that'll draw the cum outta your balls whether you wanna cum or not!
Fuck, Mike! I'm gonna cum!"
"Pull out!" Paul insisted. "I wanna see that big thing shoot!"
They got close to my ass as Dave pulled out and fucked hard
twice at my ass trench, working the dickhead against my furry ass crack.
The vacancy in my asshole was keenly felt. But, our guests would have
been disappointed if Dave's big load disappeared up my hole with no one
to enjoy it but me. I could get more loads later.
Dave didn't disappoint them, though. His first stream of cum
shot about a foot up my back. It felt hot and creamy. The second and
third shots hit harder, spraying my right shoulder and arm. I lick off
what I could reach. I felt tongues on my back lapping up the rest of
Dave's cream. More dick juice shot from his 11" shooter, but Les had
decided that if Paul were licking up cum from my back, he would get it
directly from the source. Dave winced, but stroked off two more big
volleys before he pulled away the overly sensitive cockhead, much to
Les' chagrin.
Instead of falling back on his ankles, Dave shoved forward into
my ass in one long lunge. I'd been gored before, but this was a big
surprise. I leaped forward like I was trying to get away, but Dave
pursued me to the bed and ground in. He fucked me hard and deep to get
the last urgent pleasures from his still squirting cock.
Getting used to his horsecock again, I backed up and let him
ride me as hard, deep, and fast as he needed to. There was no point in
trying to milk more cum from him. He'd only pull out because of the
sensitive head. And I wanted as many of his black babies to drain into
me as I could get. Dave's heavy breathing subsided as he kissed my ear.
"You ARE the best fuck on the planet," he whispered. "Even when I
don't get to fuck all my cum into you, you're still the best." I moaned in
appreciation.
"Fuck! Would you look at that!" Les pointed. "All that big
dick all the way in. DAMN!"
"How does it feel, Mike?" Paul asked smiling.
"Wonderful," I whispered dreamily. "Big, deep, and leaking
cum."
"Amazing," Les said. "Wish I could take it all. And bareback,
too. WOOF!"
"All in good time, my love," Paul murmured.
We said our good-byes at the door, but not before our visitors
squeezed our dicks and butts one last time.
"Nice guys," I observed.
"Yeah, but they sure don't know the first thing about takin' big
dick, do they?"
"They aren't as practiced as we are," I cautioned. "You started
out with my big dick up your ass, not an average one, so it isn't quite fair
to compare their experiences and yours."
"I'd rather compare your dick up my ass," Dave leered. I took
him doggie style on the living room rug, eating his hole as the only lube
before I mounted and bred his hole deeply. I came a gallon, I'm sure. It
felt like I'd never stop squirting hot, creamy sperm into him. "You're
still the fuckin' best fucker around!" he moaned when I pulled out.
Suddenly, he raced to the bathroom. Evidently, I had cum a gallon!
But, payback's a bitch. He nailed my ass to the bed when we
retired for the night. He was on me and in me for a good hour before his
big nuts gave up an enormous load deep in my ass. Although he'd gotten
heavy, I didn't mind that he fell asleep on my back, his dick still deep in
me. Finally, I rolled him on to his side, still connected. I fell asleep, too.
I knew the danger of allowing his cock to stay in my ass when he'd fallen
asleep. But, being bred again by this horse-hung stallion was worth it.
When you love a man as much as I do Dave, having that big-dicked,
hard-muscled stud making love to you several times a day would be pure
pleasure, never a problem.
"I love you," I heard in a fog. "And making love to you is one
of the ways I show it," he added with emphasis, sliding his very hard
cock deeper into my welcoming hole. I was awake for sure, now.
Something of that thickness and length doesn't go high up your bootie
without causing "wake up" alarms to clang loudly. I moaned with
pleasure and backed up on to him. "Ready for another big load, Mike?"
"I'm always ready for your load, Sweetcheeks," I murmured.
"But, I'm sitting on it this time. I want you to thrust so hard up into me
that when you hammer that sweet, creamy load high up my thirsty
asshole, it'll shoot out my nose." I rolled on top of him and turned
around to face him, sitting. His big dick was completely inside me. My
hard cock waved in his face.
"You are gonna get SO fucked!" Dave smiled at me.
"I'm counting on it," I smiled down at him. "I want this to be
your climax. I want you fucking me as hard and deep and fast as you
want to attain a body-shaking climax, Dave. Don't think about my
needs. I want your needs met and your hot cum high up my asshole."
He smiled up at me again. "You are so selfless. But, you know
I need these sessions every once in a while where I just use you like a
thing to take my sperm."
"I know," I grinned. "That's why I'm doing it. All men need
that unbridled animal sex experience. Pull out all the stops, Babe! I need
to be fucked and fucked and FUCKED!" Dave had already started and
the first thrust was VERY deep. It nearly hurt, but a good kind of hurt.
He'd taken me at my word. His thrusts were fierce and deep. I
was going to be bucked off if I didn't change my position. Instead of
squatting over his black pile driver, I moved to sit on it, using my hands
on his hard pex to keep from being rocketed forward with each of his
deep, vicious thrusts into me.
Dave was going all out. He was looking into my eyes, telling
me how much he loved fucking me, breeding my hole, hammering my
ass. He glanced at my bouncing, jerking dick, grinning at the threads of
silvery precum being smeared and tossed on to his abs. "I'm gonna
breed that fuckin' ass SO good!"
"Hammer it, Man! Don't hold back. You know I can take it.
Fuck me, Dave! Fuck ME!" Dave didn't need the encouragement. A
stream of hot, nasty chatter rolled from him each time his big dick drilled
high up my ass.
"Fuckin' BREEDIN' that hole!" he shouted. "Gonna cum,
Mike! FUCK!" I sat hard on his horsedick and rode him. His thrusts
grew even more savage, but I loved it. His hands on my hips forced me
down hard on his thrusting pelvis, impaling me deeply on his monster
cock. I milked his dick with my guts, moving just the right amount to
create friction he couldn't resist. "FUCK!" he exploded and held me
forcefully on his lap as his hips banged away at my hungry butthole.
His eyes were squeezed shut, hoping to hold off the bone-
rattling climax that overtook him. But, it didn't work. I twisted his erect
nips and felt his fat cock jerk in my ass as the first huge wad of cream
jetted into me. "BREED ME, FUCKER!" I yelled. "FUCK my ASS!" I
pulled my pud once more, then shot multiple heavy white ropes of cum
across his abs, chest, shoulders, and face. "Yeah, Dave! Fuck that
asshole! Give it to me!" I begged.
With a last shudder, my climax waned and his abated.
He kept fucking me because it felt so good to keep going.
Sweat poured from his face, the exertion had been tremendous. My cum
rolled off his body, soaking his sides and the sheet beneath.
"Fuckin' GREAT!" Dave moaned. "It just gets better and
better!" He scooped up some of my cum from his abs and licked his
fingers. "Fuckin' great!" he repeated. I remained seated on his lap, his
hard cock slowly softening and shrinking. I was in no hurry to pull off.
But, Dave warned me that he felt cum dripping around his balls, so I
wasn't going to be able to hold all that cum he'd pumped in me tonight.
He was right. As soon as I pulled off, I dashed for the
bathroom. His black babies exited in a loud splash, accompanied by
escaping gas. That made both of us laugh. "Remember when you did
that farting walk when we first got together," Dave recalled. "I didn't
know if I'd ever stop laughing."
I laughed with him. It was pretty funny upon reflection. A few
months' time had made a difference that moved it from mortifyingly
embarrassing to funny. I moved in next to him, spooning my back and
butt into his abs and leaking dick. "You can push that big, leaking cock
back up my ass if you want to," I suggested. "I love that big monster in
me."
"It's pretty shrunk up," Dave said. "But, it's still leaking." He
pushed it against my back door and entered easily. All that cum did act
as an excellent lube. We sighed together. "You're taking an awful risk,"
Dave began. "It could get happy again and wanna fuck," he warned.
"Worth the risk," I smiled, and backed on to him more. I had
about six inches in me, but it was still shrinking. When flaccid, Dave
was about 5", a mighty weapon in any arsenal.
But, during the balance of the night, one of us rolled away,
disconnecting us. My ass was safe for a while.
Sunday, Steve, Brad, Jim, and Jeff came over for lunch. They
got the grand tour, taking time to enjoy the sunroom on a partly cloudy
day. Jim and Jeff had school the next day, so Steve took them home, but
returned for some bedroom sports. Brad had already fucked my ass until
I couldn't take it any more (14" is too much even for me!), so I was
hammering on his butt while Dave was the recipient of those legendary
inches. I have no idea how Dave was able to take so much meat up his
ass and still be tight for me. But, he was.
The doorbell rang. I knew it was Steve begging for re-entry.
"Fuck!" I said under my breath. "I'll get it," I added more loudly.
"You're more `involved' than I am," I grinned. I raced down the hallway
and let Steve in.
"I see you've started ahead of me," he smiled at my condom-
covered erect cock. "I'm sure Brad loved it. But," he said turning me
about and taking me by the arm, "that dick's for me, not him." Steve
dropped clothes and shoes along the way. I helped myself to another
condom and pushed Steve's legs into his chest. His clean hole beckoned
me forward. My tongue speared his winking pucker and entered. Brad
had been in there recently. I could taste his distinctive sperm. "Yeah,
that's it, Mike. Eat that hot manhole out!" He moaned more as my wet
tongue shot deeper. "Can you taste Brad in there? He loves to fill me
with his black babies."
I moaned out an affirmative, but didn't relinquish his tasty
butthole for a second. "I'll bet you'd love more of his babies, wouldn't
ya?" Steve asked huskily. He rolled over and squatted near the edge of
the bed. I flipped over, and with my head on the edge of the bed (face
up), I rimmed Steve like it was my Last Supper. He had the right idea,
but I think Brad had shot so far up Steve's ass that there was no cum to
liberate. The little bit that I'd gotten was probably squeezed out as Brad
exited Steve's well-fucked hole.
Moving again, I pushed Steve on to all fours and mounted him
in one deep plunge. "Fuck! YEAH! Love a big cock in my ass!" Steve
breathed hard. "FUCK! All the fuckin' way!"
Hearing his lover carry on in such a "disgraceful manner," Brad
let out a shout that was heard in the next county. "TAKE IT! FUCKIN'
HOT ASS!" and came in huge climax waves that shook the bed. Dave
pulled Brad harder into his ass and milked him. I could see the
concentration on Dave's brow that signaled his milking mode. "Fuckin'
HOT!" Brad repeated, slowing his thrusts and regaining control over his
body. "Shit, Man!" he added pulling out of Dave's hammered hole.
"You're almost as good a fuck as Steve. You'd better watch out, Mike.
I'll be wanting this one!"
"Stand in line, FAR behind me. He's not that easy to get," I
smiled. "You gotta go through me first, and I'm not budging."
"I know," Brad acknowledged, handing the filled condom to
Dave. "But, he's something else, I'll tell ya. The man could make a
fortune in porno films. He's got all the qualities they love: big cock, hot
body, gorgeous face, even takes cock up the ass."
"I don't think they could afford me," Dave allowed. "I have
very expensive tastes, starting with Mike. He may be easy, but he's not
cheap!"
"Thanks, I think," I laughed. "I understand you don't really do
very well making a living in porno, Brad. All the real money is made in
escorting and personal appearances. Besides, I know the black vids are a
special niche market. They don't have the wide appeal that the white
boys have. Racist, but true?"
"You've been doing your homework, Mike," Brad replied
cleaning up. "How'd you know?"
"I've been reading some of the `trade' publications which
included interviews with some of the stars. They all said that you have a
few years of good money, but you have to have a real career. And who'll
hire your ass when you're known as a washed-up porn star? Doesn't
sound like much of a career move. No offense, Brad," I added hastily.
"None taken. And you're absolutely right. Even the big stars
moan, bitch, and complain about how little they see of the proceeds from
their movies," he sighed. "I'm one of the bigger stars they've got on
black vids and I only make enough to just get by. If I hadn't been told by
one of the veterans to keep my real job, I'd be far worse off than I am
now. So, I kept that travel agent job (which is not that great of a job, but
it pays the bills). Of course," he added, smiling at Steve, "it helps to
marry well."
We laughed. "That helps in any situation, Brad," Dave
corrected. "I married well, and I know it!"
"Au contraire, mon ami!" I interrupted. "I married a big-shot,
corporate lawyer with a big dick. You just married a bean-counter with a
middlin' dick."
"A big dick and a hot ass, Mike," Dave laughed. "And you do
okay in the salary department for a bureaucrat."
"You both did well," Steve said agreeably. "I'd take on either
one of you, if I didn't already have Brad. Of course, it's a nice added
benefit that he has a big cock, but that's not why I married him."
"And that was?" asked Brad with a leer.
"You got a hot, black butt that I love to eat and fuck!" Steve
laughed. "You know there's more to you than your physical attributes,
my dear. I love you for whom you are inside, and how happy I am when
I'm with you. I'm not sure I can explain it any better than that."
"Yeah," Dave sighed. "I can't explain it, either. Mike does
something for me that no one else ever has, nor probably ever will.
There's that special something, which can't be quantified or neatly
packaged. It's a feeling of completeness when I'm with him, a
contentment," he smiled, and hugged me.
Monday night, we entertained our neighbors, Robert and Gary.
Both of them reminded us again that despite their size, they're a couple
of the best bottoms around. Of course, Dave got Robert and I hammered
Gary's beautiful, tight, black ass. It almost seemed a shame to not sit on
their big dicks, but they sucked each other off in a 69 arrangement while
we worked them over doggie style.
Before they went home, they insisted that we decide on a date or
dates when we wanted to do an open house or housewarming. After we
agreed that we wanted to do two events (one for family, new neighbors,
and straight friends and a second party for the queers), they further
insisted that they'd take care of all the details, including invitations.
"That's too much work," Dave protested. "And it's our
housewarming."
"And Bobbie has nothing better to do now that the season's
over," Gary pointed out.
"Yeah," Robert agreed. "Besides, there's this new program
with lots of computer graphics and special fonts I wanna try out.
Designing and printing off a bunch of invitations would be a great way to
test it. I was thinking of two different invitations: one for the neighbors
and family and another, more scandalous one, for your queer friends."
We agreed to their proposal, but we wanted right of review
before the invitations went out. Uncertainty clouded our faces, not
knowing if their ideas of good taste agreed with ours.
He suggested the invitation for family and neighbors be a
simple, single page with party balloons, confetti, and other decorations
arranged around the basic data: what, where, when, who, and why. The
one for the gay men in our lives would include party balloons and
confetti, but the other decorations would be various hunky men in
compromising poses with other men. Nothing "showing", but the
inferences were gonna be clear enough. The photos of the men were to
be all black/white couples like Dave and me. Of course, prominent on
the flyer was going to be a scanned the picture taken last summer of us
sitting on the deck of the old house with me in Dave's lap, both showing
obvious bulges.
We agreed that the housewarming party for family and
neighbors would be the third weekend of February and the one for
friends would be the last weekend of the month. Gene (from Las Vegas)
had his interview changed and would be in town that last weekend, so the
timing would be perfect. Both housewarming parties would occur on
Saturday. Additionally, we discussed the menu of canapes, etc. and what
to offer for drinks. To keep the parties under control, we'd only do beer
and wine. "We've seen how blasted the neighbors can get on the hard
stuff, so I recommend sticking with beer and wine," Robert informed us.
"I think that's a good idea for your gay friends, too."
Dave and I nodded our agreement. This was getting easier with
each decision. Dave suggested that we crack open the bottle of 200-year-
old Grand Marnier to toast to the new house at each party. One small
aperitif glass each, he suggested. I warned Dave that I thought it
wouldn't stretch that far. After doing a quick count of whom we wanted
to invite, he agreed we'd not have enough to make it through the second
party.
"I'll call Uncle Clay and ask him to send one up," I volunteered.
I called him immediately, but he insisted that they'd bring up two bottles
as housewarming gifts, assuming they were invited.
"Of course, you are," I assured him. "And bring what's-his-
name, you know, that guy you're sleeping with, too. You'll get the
invitation this weekend."
Clay laughed. "And you don't need to worry about finding a
bedroom for us," he said. "The chain has properties there that we'll be
staying at for free. You can keep your bedrooms available for other
guests and trysts!" He knows us so well.
After hanging up, I asked Robert when he thought he'd have the
invitations done. "No later than day after tomorrow. Why not come
down for dinner on Thursday and I'll show you what I've got?" he
suggested.
"We already know what you've got," Dave laughed. "And it
sure would feel good up my butt."
"A rain check," Robert protested. "I'm fucked out. You guys
really hammered us and then Gary drained me, so I'm done for the
night."
"Yeah, once is enough for the old man," Gary sighed with a
devilish grin. "But, he's good to me. If I want more, I can always talk
him into another round."
"That he can," Robert allowed with a winning smile. "He can
talk me into anything. He knows how to manipulate me into agreeing
with just about any crazy scheme he can come up with."
"So can he," Dave and I said in unison, pointing at each other,
then laughed.
"Well, it's true," Dave pressed. "You always get your way."
"Bullshit!" I laughed. "You always get YOUR way!"
"Yeah, sure," Gary broke in. "Like either one of you
headstrong guys could be manipulated. You happen to agree with your
lover on nearly everything. It's hard to manipulate someone who already
agrees with ya." We grinned at the truth of his observation.
Thursday night, we had a great dinner cooked by Robert, with
capable assistance from Gary. It was a simple chicken pasta dinner with
a side salad and steamed broccoli. Gary had found an amazing cookie
mix in a tub at Costco, which we'd missed. It was Key Lime Cookies
with white chocolate chips. He'd added macadamia nuts for more
crunches. We polished off the entire batch.
And the invitations were perfect. He'd added a request to
RSVP, so we'd know how much food and drink to prepare and a
statement that kids weren't invited (but more tactfully). "As alcohol will
be served, no children, please." Of course, that caveat wasn't necessary
for the gays-only party. We didn't have any suggestions for changes.
Robert printed off one copy of each to be sure it was properly aligned
and ready to send. Their printer gave a true version of what we'd seen on
the screen.
We spent the rest of the evening creating the list of invitees.
The neighbors were easy, as Robert had a list of whom all the neighbors
are. "Besides," he added, "I'm just gonna drop them off at each house
tomorrow rather than waste time with sending them through the postal
service." We added Dave's parents and brothers, and a couple of people
from his office, including his boss. I added some folks from my office.
The total came to 45 people. "Some of the people from the `hood won't
make it, too," Robert assured us. "So, the count will probably be around
30 or so." I looked concerned. "Don't worry about knowing these
people. They're very good at entertaining themselves. And your house
is perfect for parties. Thirty to forty will be an easy number."
"Okay," Dave sighed with relief. "Give me five invitations and
I'll hand them out to family and the office. How many do you need
Mike?"
"Uh, four," I replied. "I know my boss can't make it as he's out
of town that week. But, it wouldn't be proper not to invite him." I was
still concerned about the count. "You sure we have enough of the old
Grand Marnier to serve maybe 40 people?"
"We've been into it already," Dave remembered. "Maybe not."
I called Uncle Clay again, telling him of our planned toast with
the old Grand Marnier. He promised to airfreight two bottles in a special
package tomorrow morning. We breathed a sigh of relief.
"You know, it would be fun to do a taste test like we did in Las
Vegas," Dave mused. "Better add ordinary Grand Marnier to our
shopping list for this weekend. I don't think we have enough of the
regular stuff to go around." I agreed to make a note of it when we got
home.
"Okay," Gary prompted. "Now, the gay boys list."
"This will take some thought," Dave murmured. "Who'll take
dictation?" Robert volunteered. "Add names as you think of them, too,
Mike." I nodded. "Gotta invite my brother Donnie, Brad and Steve and
Steve's sons, Jeff and Jim. Then, the coaches and Cousin Roger and
Jim."
"Oh, yeah, Cousin Larry and Peter and John," I added.
"Yeah, and how about your brother, Robert? Is Ray doing
anyone right now?"
"I think so, but I don't know if it's still on or not," Robert
revealed. "He was really hot for this guy, but I don't know if his silence
means they're fucking all the time or it's over and he doesn't wanna talk
about it. I'll give him a call." Robert rose and made the call.
While he was gone, Gary took over the steno duties. "So,"
Dave continued, "we need to add Robocop and Bob, Big and Little John,
and Will for sure (WOOF!)."
"Pig!" I laughed. "And add George the bartender and Ron from
Costco and his lover, oh, and Eric, Jim's bodybuilder friend, and Kurt for
sure!"
"For sure!" Dave laughed. "You getting all this, Gary?"
"Every word," he smiled.
"I should see if I can find Tony Blodgett and his new boyfriend.
What's his name, Mike?" Dave asked.
"John Gabriel."
"Yeah," Dave agreed. "Add him, too, Gary."
"How about Trevor, the trainer at the gym?" I wondered.
"Sure," Dave smiled. "So many of these men I'd love to fuck
again and again!"
"Shit!" I nearly exploded. "We gotta invite Gene, the security-
guard-plus-bodybuilder from Las Vegas. He'll be here interviewing with
the team that weekend."
"Oh, and that reminds me we promised Joe and Mike that we'd
invite them," Dave remembered. "Las Vegas boys," Dave said as an
aside to Gary who was still furiously scribbling. Gary nodded. "Who
else have we forgotten?"
"Uh, the Texas Trout," I smiled. "And Scott Erskine because he
sold us the place."
"Texas Trout?" Gary asked.
"Yeah, Junior," I replied. "His first name is Beauford, but I
don't know his last name. "We'll have to call him. I don't know his
address, either." Gary smiled knowing there was a story here, but would
wait until we were done with the list.
"And the boys from the clinic," Dave reminded me.
"Yeah, add Keith and Karl. Which means I nearly forgot to ask
Dr. Hartung. He'd never forgive me for not inviting him to this
collection-o'-hunks party," I laughed.
Robert had returned. "Add Ray. No boyfriend." He took the
list back from Gary. "Wow! Some list."
"What about our queer neighbors?" I asked. "I think it would be
incredibly tacky to invite them to only the neighbors and friends party
and not the queers party."
"Add them," Dave decided. "All three couples, including these
two perverts," he laughed.
"Geez!" I slapped my head. "We almost forgot Uncle Clay and
Linc!" Gary added them at the top of the list.
"What's the count?" I asked with trepidation.
Robert started counting with Gary looking over his shoulder.
"Forty-one counting you two."
"About the same size as the neighbors party," Dave observed.
"Print up a few extra invitations from this crowd in case we
remember others that we should've included," I suggested.
"Amazing," Dave said shaking his head. "We've slept with
every one of these guys in less than a year. That's a lot of hot sex."
"Well, nearly everyone," I corrected. "We haven't done Uncle
Clay and Linc, nor have we had Phil and Farrell."
"True enough," Dave said. "But, DAYUM! That's a lot of men
to fuck with in less than a year."
"We have been busy," I allowed.
"Not interrupt your reverie," Gary smiled, "but I gotta hear
about the Texas Trout." We told him all the gory details, including
Junior's unbelievable ability to recover and fuck again after ten minutes,
time after time. "A white boy with 12"? This I gotta see!"
"Kurt has about 12", too," Dave added.
"You gotta be shittin' me!" We assured him we weren't.
"His cute, black ass is so hungry for big dick!" Robert laughed.
"He'll be scoutin' out those boys like a bloodhound."
"I'm just comparison shopping," Gary allowed. "Besides, I still
don't believe 12" on a white boy!"
"I'm taking away your charge card, Buckwheat!"
"Just checking over the menu, Bobbie," Gary defended. "I'll
never leave you for a bigger dick. I love you for your other qualities, like
your big ass!" he laughed and ran from the room before Robert could
pounce and pound him to a pulp.
Robert was laughing, too. "Buckwheat's gonna be in some
kinda trouble when I get my hands on him," he shouted loud enough for
Gary to hear him in the other room.
Gary poked his head around the corner. "I sure hope you mean
that," he grinned. "I'd love to sit on that big, white dick anytime you
wanna plow my ass, Wide Receiver." Gary returned with a tray of
aperitif glasses filled with Chambord. "To a successful TWO
housewarmings!" he toasted. We raised our glasses in agreement.
Uncle Clay had read our minds about the regular Grand
Marnier. The box arrived on Saturday morning containing three bottles,
two of the 200-year-old vintage and one of the regular. With the
enclosed note, he suggested (if we hadn't thought of it already) that we
do a comparison taste test. "That's always a great ice breaker at any
party," the note added. I crossed Grand Marnier off our shopping list.
The only one we added was Sean. His fat 10" cock and creamy
skin reminded us what a great fuck he was. He was the best of the
movers, we concluded. He made the count 42.
The day of the neighbors and friends party arrived. Gary and
Robert arrived early to prepare the hors d'oeuvres. When preparations
were complete, Robert greeted the guests, introduced us and directed
them to the chilled wines, beer, and food. Gary started out as tour guide,
but that duty was quickly ignored as more guests arrived and additional
food and wine needed to be pulled from the refrigerator or wine fridge.
And Robert had been right. They entertained themselves with
occasional forays for more food and drink. We circulated getting to
know as many as we could. After gushing about the "lovely home and
sunroom," nearly all of them wanted to share their version of what had
gone on in the house before we'd moved in. The rumors were rampant.
"She always was a bitch," was the common conclusion. "I'd have
ditched her long ago," confided another. But, no one seemed to be aware
that Nick and Mark had been fucking around with the man of the house.
And it was another man or men, not another woman how had caused the
final split. We weren't about to set the record straight, either. Nick and
Mark only smiled knowingly when the subject was brought up to them,
clucking appropriately at the right places in the retelling. "No great loss
to the neighborhood. They never participated in our parties," sniffed
another.
"But, you'll be a great addition to the neighborhood. Already
we like you and your lovely home. This sunroom is such a great idea.
And the remodel is fabulous!" raved several of the matrons. The men
were more reserved, figuring out that we were "a couple" (the fourth one
on the block), but they warmed to us quickly enough when we brought
out the Grand Marnier for the taste test. They universally acclaimed the
200-year-old vintage, asking where we'd gotten it. We retold the story of
discovery and comparison in Las Vegas many times. "The old Grand
Marnier is so smooth, especially when you compare it to the usual stuff
we're used to drinking," chimed in one of the daddies that Dave and I
wanted to get to know better. There was general agreement with that
praise. We smiled, assuring the hot daddy that we agreed with his
assessment. But, his wife grabbed him quickly before we could get
"closer" to him.
By the end of the evening, even the men were telling us what a
great idea we'd had to exclude children from the party. "We needed to
get away from the rug rats for a while and just unwind. Please, do it
again, soon!" they concluded. We smiled at their genuine warmth,
promising to make this the party house for the block. There were
suggestions for a Cinco de Mayo party, a block party for the 4th of July,
as well as a wine tasting bash we all could do at the local wineries. We
agreed that we'd think about it.
"And next time," several offered, "let us bring most of the food
and drink. You just supply the location." As it was, they'd brought
many bottles of wine and hors d'oeuvres as housewarming gifts. They
didn't know us well enough to know what types of gifts would have been
more appropriate. I could only think of more condoms and lube, as we
were running low on both. I wanted to suggest that to the hot daddy, but
restrained myself. He was gorgeous! Perhaps, some other time.
But, as the party broke up, he asked Dave and me what gym we
went to as we both looked like we worked out. We told him of the local
24-Hour Fitness Gym (without mentioning how gay it was). He said that
at 33, he needed to do something before his body went completely to
hell. I assured him that 33 wasn't the end of the world, as that was my
age as well. (He happened to be a day older than I, a fact that I would
tease him about unmercifully in the future.) He asked if he could train
with us, so he could do it correctly and be inspired to keep at it.
Dave assured him that we'd help him out as much as we could,
but part of his membership included at least a couple of sessions with one
of the professional trainers. When everyone left and the house had been
cleaned up, Gary and Robert asked us what we thought of Dale, the hot
daddy who lived on the other side of us. We smiled conspiratorially.
"He wants to join our gym and have us work out with him," Dave
revealed.
"Let me know when he goes there," Gary leered. "I wanna see
that hot ass of his naked!"
"He may decide to change at home," I warned.
"Shit! He wouldn't DARE!" Dave laughed. "The man is such a
daddy. He's surely competition for Joe from Las Vegas."
"Yeah, he's that and more," I smirked. "You recruiting for
more men?"
"We can always use more fuck buddies."
"How about us?" Robert protested.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Dave smiled evilly. "How about
a ride on my fat, black cock, Robert?" I already had my hand down the
back of Gary's pants. "Mike's fingers have told Gary what he has in
mind, I see." Gary grinned and bent over farther, loosening his pants.
"Gawd!" I moaned. "What a tight fuckin' ass!" My hand
continued to massage his sweet buns. My fingers probed his dark, deep
hole. The index finger slid inside and found his prostate. Gary's pants
hit the floor and his cock bounced up, slapping his abs with a precum-
soaked splat. Gary turned and pulled my pants down, engulfing my
rapidly expanding cock as he bent over. His position allowed my fingers
to enter him deeper. I hit his prostate again, hard. His fat, 9", curved
cock slapped his abs again.
Gary pulled off, gasping for breath. "Fuck! Give this man a
condom. I gotta get FUCKED!"
"Step outta those pants and let's get more comfortable," I
whispered in his ear as I stepped out of mine. With my fingers still in his
ass, I directed him to the bedroom. He climbed on to the bed doggie
style. His butt wiggled and pushed back on my hand.
"Fuckin' hammer my ass with your big dick, Mike!" he begged.
His lover's dick was certainly bigger, but mine was available. That's all
he needed to know. I felt Robert roll on to the bed next to Gary. His legs
were pulled into his chest, Dave's face in his ass. Gary moaned,
reminding me that I was his conquest. But, Dave's face in the big ass of
the football player had me distracted.
"Let's move, Gary," I directed. "I gotta sit on Robert's big
moustache while I fuck you." Gary looked around and grinned. He
instantly liked the idea.
"You can fuck my ass and sit on his face, and I'll be rubbing my
hard cock into his chest hair while I blow him. I love fucking his big,
hairy chest," added Gary gleefully. I assumed an inverted crab stance
(face up), my butt in Robert's face, my hands beside his head and feet by
his hips. I squatted over his huge, bushy moustache, enjoying the tickle
of the hair and the velvet softness of his tongue as it slithered up my hole.
"FUCK!" I moaned. "That feels so good!"
"You don't know the half of it," Gary smiled as he backed on to
my hard, pulsating cock. His hungry hole ate my dick an inch at a time,
groaning with heightening pleasure with each thick inch speeding up his
butt. "Yeah, FUCK, yeah!" he moaned. He'd backed on to me
completely. I relaxed and let him drill himself, as my back door enjoyed
the oral ministrations of his lover.
Meanwhile, Dave had mounted Robert. He'd buried his thick
11" monster in the wide, white asshole of Robert's football player butt.
"Great fuckin' ass, Robert. Real friendly-like." Leaning in only slightly,
Dave was able to swallow Gary's black 9" poker.
"Oh, FUCK!" Gary shuddered. "I'll cum for sure if you keep
that up." I didn't know if he meant my fat dickhead probing his deepest
regions or Dave's oral skills. In either case, it was probably too late to
back off. Gary was tensed up, trying vainly to hold back a sure climax of
monumental proportions. "FUCK!" he roared, and impaled himself hard
on my cock. I didn't know if he was trying to get away from Dave's
sucking or needed to get fucked harder. I decided the latter.
"Take it, Fucker!" I growled as I slammed into him at warp
speed, raking his prostate with my thick shaft, looking for that special
tight place that I'd found which would stimulate my dick to squirt hot
sperm into his tight, black hole. Robert pulled my ass cheeks apart and
speared my hole. A finger slid inside, hitting my prostate.
It was all over.
With one hard thrust, I exploded deep inside Gary. Volley after
scalding volley of hot dick cream crashed into him. Gary's hole began
stroking my firing dick in staccato fashion. He was cumming, too.
"SHIT!" he yowled. Dave moaned and swallowed Gary's sweet ball
honey at it jetted from his jerking dick.
Robert shouted, "FUCK!" as Gary drank one thick creamy rope
after another from Robert's shooting dick. The extra stimulation pushed
Dave over the edge as well, filling the condom in Robert's big, white,
muscled asshole. His big moustache raked across my raw pucker making
me howl with pleasure, jetting more cum into his lover's butt.
We thrashed, crashed, shoved, and hammered each other until
our spasming climaxes waned, then ended. Out of breath, we rolled
away from our awkward positions, but with smiles of abject pleasure
plastered across our faces.
"This is the kind of housewarming I was thinking of," Dave
sighed. "DAMN!"
Our housewarming hosts tugged on their clothes, kissed us good
night and left. Dave and I snuggled into bed after showers, exhausted.
"Great party," I sighed. "Nice neighbors, especially Dale. There's some
potential there."
"Not everyone is gay or wants man-to-man sex, Mike," Dave
warned. "But, I'd sure love to push him as far as I can to find out if he
wants to audition (even temporarily) for our team. What a honey!"
"There's an amen in this corner," I agreed yawning. "But, not
tonight. I'm bushed."
If there was a retort, I didn't hear it. I was asleep.
More to cum for sure! The gay housewarming will be a lot of fun!
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